Forgotten Tenderness

This poem feeds from Haunted Memory written in response to the Word of the Day Challenge: Independent
soft hand to cheek
brush thumb
trembling lips
keeping tears
in check
shy away
cannot let see
pain felt
leaving me.
hot face 
cool pane
allowed now
tears falling 
soaking your shirt
I stole 
worn now to nothing
your scent 
gone so long
last remembered.
Cold nights
warmth fled
letting go
hard to do.
Done with poise
done without regret
I shall always lie to you.
©Sept. 13/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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